New Orleans: a process.

A thought I keep on having as I move though New Orleans is that this place is not so much a city as it is a process. This is true to some degree of anywhere, but when the swampy ground is constantly sinking beneath your feet, creating majestic potholes, when plants are rapidly growing up any surface they can cling to, when pumps have to run every time it rains to keep the bowl of the city from filling, it’s a lot more obvious. Especially when the whole place is still showing wounds from a storm fifteen years ago; I’m a few blocks away from a former hospital that’s been abandoned since Katrina, and is still slowly rotting from inside.

It’s a constant fight to keep the place viable, and I feel a lot more aware of that now that I’ve lived in colder, more stable places.

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